4 Zhao Yijian (2/2)

Zhao Xue walked in front of Zhao Feng and, in a complex manner, and with a little sigh, said, “Brother Feng, you have finally broken through to the second rank. However, Xue’er is going to give you some advice, do not be too stubborn. After entering the sect, I have realized that the place we started at is too low compared to the people here.”

“What do you want to say?” Zhao Feng broke off her sentence and responded with a cold face.

Zhao Xue had a bit of anger of her face, but she still bit her teeth and said, “Brother Feng, Xue’er is going to advise you one more time, go to brother Yijian and pledge yourself to him. With his help, only then will you merge with the main Zhao sect, that way you can avoid problems…”

Pledge? Zhao Feng laughed coldly. He wouldn’t pledge to anyone in his whole life.

Zhao Yijian had a cold aura and was extremely arrogant. Every time he saw Zhao Feng, it was with his nose in the air, as if he was too high up to bother with Feng.

Seeing Zhao Feng’s expression, Zhao Xue immediately knew his answer. They grew up together, so she understood Zhao Feng very well.

Zhao Xue walked back to Zhao Yijian’s side and murmured something.

“Hmph! He doesn’t know what’s good for him, this useless garbage,” Zhao Yijian said in a cold voice.

“Useless garbage?” Zhao Feng’s brow furrowed.

Maybe it because he saw Zhao Feng so unwilling, but Zhao Yijian paused and coldly said, “I’ve heard that you’re the genius of Green Leaf village? However, at the Zhao sect, you’re just a little bug! We’ll meet at the Family Sparring contest and I’ll beat you in just one move.”

“Just like what I would say, we’ll meet at the contest,” Zhao Feng spat back bitterly and then turned towards the Martial Arts Library.

He didn’t want to keep on talking. They were bound to fight two months later, and the one with greater strength would win.

As Zhao Xue’s gaze passed by Zhao Feng, it flashed ever so slightly. At this point, she felt a strange feeling from Zhao Feng, a feeling that she couldn’t understand.

“He sure thinks he’s good,” Zhao Yijian snorted. He didn’t even think of Zhao Feng as a serious opponent!

Among the sects outer disciples, those that had entered the third rank of the Martial Path didn’t exceed sixty people, and to rank third out of these, it could be seen that Yijian had some great skills up his sleeves.

Zhao Xue gave off a deep sigh in her heart, Zhao Feng was just finding trouble for himself.

Zhao Xue understood Zhao Yijian’s strength very well. Some of the third ranks couldn’t even block one move of his.

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After a short while, Zhao Feng came to one of the sect’s most important grounds, the Martial Arts Library. Therefore, it had elders guarding it.

“Branch disciple?” The white-clothed elder inside the Martial Arts Library looked at Zhao Feng’s identity plate, and furrowed his brow.

“Great elder.” Zhao Feng had a polite face on, he knew the elder's strength.

From his left eye, he felt a mysterious force coming from the elder. It was a layer of red aura between his blood and skin, but constantly moving through his veins, and could erupt at any time. It could also attack through the air and crush metal into powder.

Zhao Feng knew that the white-clothed elder had already cultivated his inner strength, his chi, to a high degree, and could destroy a hundred Fengs in an instant. Only those that were at the fourth rank of the Martial Path or higher could have chi!

Zhao Xue, Zhao Kun, were Martial Learners who wouldn’t have chi!

Zhao Feng bowed and said, “Elder, I want to go into the second floor of the library.”

“Achieving the second rank at fourteen years of age is average. However, before you become an inner disciple, I must tell you that branch disciples and main disciples have different treatments in the library,” the white-robed elder said.

When Zhao Feng heard this, he paused a second, but then thought about the new rules of the sect and immediately understood. “Elder, please go on.”

Zhao Feng knew that before having absolute power, he didn’t have any right to discuss the rules.

The white-clothed elder said with an expressionless face, “Those with the second rank of the martial path can only enter the first floor of the library. The first floor of the library has a lot of low ranked martial arts, and a few middle ranked ones. Main sect disciples can choose two middle ranked martial arts, or four low ranked martial arts at most, and the limit for borrowing these is two months. Side branch disciples can only choose one middle ranked martial art, or two low ranked martial arts, and the time limit is one month.”

After listening to the rules, Zhao Feng took a deep breath and said, “This junior understands.”

The branch disciples had only half the quantity and time of the main branch disciples.

“Ok! You can go in now, but the time limit is half an hour.”

Under the white-robed elder’s guidance, Zhao Feng slowly stepped into the Martial Arts Library, a place he’d dreamed of coming to…